THIRTEEN

Scream My Name

He’s close; I can hear him behind me. I can’t see him, but I can hear his breathing. He’s laughing over and over again. I need to hide, but my legs feel like I’m running in quicksand. I hear a sound and turn to see Jack standing in front of me. His hand reaches out to me, and I reach for him. He’ll save me; Jack will keep me safe from this unknown monster. My fingertips brush his, and he whispers, “I’ve got you, Jenn.” A shot rings out and Jack stumbles back, blood spreading across his chest in crimson red, creating an abstract pattern of death. Jaaaaaack!

I woke with a start, my heart pounding as my dream slowly faded and reality hit. “It’s just a dream.”

I shuddered, thinking about the unknown killer stalking my dreams, chasing me. A vision of blood bleeding red across a white shirt as a pale Jack stumbled back reaching for me, as if I could save him...

“Oh, my God, that was so real.” Turning on my side and looking out my window, I saw the moon rays shine down and create a lighted path across my yard. Searching into the darkness, a feeling of being watched rolled through me, and I closed my eyes.

“Stop it, Jennifer, you’re safe.” Glancing at the clock and seeing it was 12:45, I was surprised I’d fallen asleep so quickly. The adrenalin shot my system took after the crash had worn off, and I was bone tired when my head hit the pillow. I closed my eyes again, trying to settle into sleep, but then lights moved across my eyes, and I opened them to see a truck pulling up my drive. Jack.

Bounding from my bed, I headed to my front door. I could hear the sound of boots coming up my front steps, echoing in my cabin. I unlocked the door and threw it open, and Jack’s face appeared in front of me, his arm raised, ready to knock. Without even thinking, I threw myself at him. He wrapped his arms around me and buried his head in my neck. His hands moved to grab my ass and picked me up. I didn’t hesitate: I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he walked into my cabin, slamming the door with his foot. His mouth found mine and our tongues started a dance of seduction. I cupped his face and changed angles as he carried me to my bed. My tongue battled him for possession, wanting to take the lead, but Jack stopped me cold when he grabbed my hair and yanked my head back.

Both of us breathing fast, Jack looked into my eyes as his jaw grew tight, checking to see if I wanted this as much as him. I did. He saw it and dove back in for more. He controlled the pace; like everything about him, even his seduction of my body was bossy and possessive. He put a knee to my bed and lowered me to it without breaking the kiss. His lips moved from my mouth to my neck, licking and sucking his way to my ear.

“I can’t get you out of my mind,” he growled.

“Jack.”

“I’m dreaming about you, your legs wrapped around my back while I pound into you.”

“Oh, God.”

“You’re wet in my dreams, dripping for me. I need to feel that slick heat suck me in and clamp tight around my cock,” he hissed, and I was done waiting. Screw talking, I needed him now.

“Please, Jack, fuck me,” I begged.

“I’m not gonna fuck you, I’m gonna devour you till you scream my name.”

With that, Jack was done, our mouths met again, and he began his possession of my body. Hands to my tee weren’t slow and gentle, but forceful and sure. He grabbed the hem and pulled it over my head, throwing it to the floor. Sucking in his breath, my bare breasts exposed for the first time, his eyes scanned, heat and need on his face. Without a second thought, I sat up and pulled his shirt from his jeans, my mouth at his throat, showing him how he made me feel. His shirt off, I got my first sight of his broad chest, well-defined pecs, rippled stomach, and his bulging arm muscles, surrounded by tribal tattoos. I reached forward and ran my hand down his chest, down his stomach and back up, feeling his power and strength. I leaned forward, tongue to his nipple, and circled one then the other, and that was his undoing.

“Fuck,” escaped his mouth and he yanked my head back by my hair. “I’m going to possess you, every fucking inch.”

Breathing fast, I nodded and begged, “Please,” then reached for the buckle on his belt, released it and popping the button on his jeans. Jack looked down and watched as I slid the zipper down and released his cock. Smooth like satin, wide in girth and longer than I’d ever seen. I ran my finger over the crest, smearing his pre-cum, making him hiss.

“Jesus, Jenn.”

Jack’s mouth came back to mine, biting, sucking, devouring, as he pushed me down to the bed. Starting at my breasts, his tongue tasted and teased, sucking deep and biting, bringing my body from a slow burn to full-blown fire.

“I need to taste you and make you scream,” Jack growled in my ear, then moved to my panties and ripped them from my body. My hips lifted, wanting his mouth, and he descended instantly. Tongue to clit, hitting the rhythm I needed as if he’d played my body a million times. His fingers ran through my hot, wet folds, and he moaned, “So fucking wet.”

“Oh, God, Jack, what are you doing to me?” I panted.

“Making you burn for me.”

And he was. His fingers entered me and found my sweet spot, curling them up, tapping, as his tongue kept at my clit. The combination of his thrusting hand, curled fingers, and his mouth built something in me I’d never felt before. It was overwhelming and scary with how big it felt.

“Ride my hand, baby, feel the burn and scream my fucking name,” he ordered in a voice that could only be described as sexual possession.

I felt it burning, climbing, and it hit me with a force like no other, and then I did what he ordered. “Oh, God, Jack.” His fingers and mouth kept at my core as I exploded in a body-melting spasm of pure sexual bliss.

Before I could catch my breath, Jack moved, yanked his jeans past his knees, and pulled a condom from his pocket. I stilled his hand and shook my head, “I’m covered, and I haven't had sex in sixteen months.”

His eye tightened, and he looked at the condom. “I’ve never gone without one.” He didn’t take but a moment to consider going unsheathed and tossed the packet, grabbed my face in his hands, and kissed me hard and deep, stoking my fire instantly. Kicking off his jeans, he raised himself up over me, scanning my body, his hand running its length, as his eyes followed its trail.

“Christ, you’re beautiful,” he muttered and then moved between my legs.

He held my eyes as he grabbed his cock and swiped across my folds before he slid in slowly, stretching me until I thought I would split. I gasped in a breath, tightening around him, and his eyes closed at the feel of it.

“You’re burning hot.” His breath hitched as he held still for a moment to control himself. Then he slid out to the tip and slammed back in.

“Jack.”

“Jesus, you're so fucking tight, so damned hot.”

Pulling out, then slamming back in, his mouth found mine, but his eyes stayed open as his rhythm became faster and harder, pounding me, stretching me, burning me from the inside out. I wrapped my legs around his back, allowing him to slip in further, and he groaned out, “Christ.” I lifted my hips, meeting his pace as my nails scored his back. Jack arched into my nails, and his pounding became more intense. He reached down and pulled me up to his chest, his hands at my hips lifting and slamming me back down. “Ride my cock, take all of me,” he hissed.

The angle pushed him further in, and I felt the burn again, building to another peak that would spill over into bliss. I arched my back and Jack latched on to my nipple and bit down. That hit me right in my core, and I fell off the peak he’d built and screamed his name.

“Beautiful,” Jack growled and pushed me back on the bed, grabbing my legs and pulling them up to his shoulders. His thrusting became more erratic, and his breathing more of a groan as he thrust into me and then slammed to the root, held it as he pulsated on a moan.

He collapsed onto my chest but held himself up with one arm. His face in my neck, lips kissing and tasting, light nips at my ear as we both recovered from our release.

“Jesus, baby, can’t remember when I came that hard.”

“I’m not complaining. You’ve got mad skills, Sheriff.” Rising up and looking down at me, he smiled and laughed as he moved from between my legs and then curled me up into his chest. We lay like that for a while as we recovered, then I tipped my head back and asked:

“You wanna stay the night? I’ll make pancakes in the morning.”

Jack grinned, kissed my lips, and answered, “Considering I’ll still be buried deep inside you when the sun comes up, yeah babe, I’ll stay for breakfast.”

“What?”

“Not finished with you by a long shot, that was just a warm-up.”

”Wow.”

“You got that right,” Jack grinned; then his eyes went soft.

“Jesus, you’re somethin’ else.” I liked hearing that.

So I told him, “You’re not so bad yourself, Jack.”

“I thought I was bossy?”

“You’re that as well.”

“And bullheaded.”

“You heard that?”

“Heard the reckless and arrogant part too.” I giggled, and his eyes warmed. I could stare at his warm, rugged face all night, but decided I’d rather kiss him, so I did, and he rewarded me for my forward thinking with his body on me, in me, and behind me for the rest of the night.

***

My phone ringing from the bedside table woke me from what little sleep I got last night. Turning to the clock and seeing it was 6:45 and I wasn’t due in the station until nine, I knew this couldn’t be good. Jenn was lying on me, so I reached across her, nabbed the phone, and I hit answer.

“Gunnison.”

“Sheriff, it’s Barry. We’ve got another body.”

“Jesus, same M.O.?”

“Same M.O., but the victim wasn’t brunette, Jack. It was Naomi.”

“Say that again,” I growled.

“It was Naomi. She was found on the same road as Cindy Baker.”

“Christ, I’ll meet you there in twenty. How far apart were the dumpsites?” He ignored my question and asked one of his own.

“You gonna drive like the devil to get there in twenty?”

“I’m not at home.”

“You in Crested?” He was fishing, and I knew it, so I didn't make him wait for the answer he knew he would get.

“At Jenn’s.”

“Right,” he replied, but his tone was angry.

“Barry, I don’t have time for a pissing match. What’s the location of the dumpsite?” Jenn had woken up during this discussion and was staring wide-eyed at me. I rubbed her back, trying to indicate all would be fine as I waited for Barry’s answer.

“New dump site is right on top of the old one, Jack. You know exactly where to go.” I didn’t miss the double meaning of his words. It was obvious that his attraction to Jenn was more serious than I knew, so I’d give him that play, once, but another conversation needed to be had.

“Right, see you in twenty.” I hung up before he responded, then rolled to Jenn.

“Did you say there was another body?”

“Yeah, babe.”

“Anyone I know?” she asked with fear in her eyes.

I pulled her closer then kissed her temple and whispered, “Baby, it was Naomi.” She reacted the way I thought she would, by jerking back with a gasp. What I did not expect was for her to tear up and ask,

“You ok, Jack? I’m so sorry.”

“Babe, it sucks like hell that she lost her life like that, but don’t worry about me. I’m fine.” She nodded her head, and I pulled her back in. She wrapped me in a hug, and I took it for a moment. I needed to leave, though, so I kissed her head, and then squeezed her so I could get up.

“I’ll make you some coffee for the road.”

“Appreciate that. Sorry I can’t stay for pancakes. You wanna have lunch if I can break free later?” I was putting on my pants when she stopped on the way to the kitchen, then turned to me and bit her lip.

“Um, can’t do lunch today, Jack. I have a lunch date with the mayor.” Christ, I’d forgotten about that dick.

“Jenn, had my cock buried deep inside you more than once in the past six hours, and believe me when I say this: I. Don’t. Share. I’ll give you this lunch since it was made before we started, but after today, I’m gonna be pissed as hell if you make any more.”

She studied me for a moment then smiled and turned to walk back to the kitchen, demanding as she went, “Goes both ways, Jack. If I’m not sampling the single men in this town, neither are you.” Raising my brows at what she said, she caught it and laughed, then corrected herself. “No single ladies for you, no single men for me.”

“Looks like we have an agreement then,” I replied as I made my way to her. I grabbed her waist and pulled her close. “Far as I can tell, there isn’t anyone who pisses me off or turns me on as much as you, and that means I’ve got no reason to look around.” That got me a grin, so I decided to kiss it off her face. After I finished devouring her, I left her standing in the kitchen leaning against the counter, face flushed and eyes bright with the recent reminder of why she was now mine. And considering how much I’d enjoyed it, I intended to keep reminding her for a good long while.